Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Double edged blade

Dream's POV
I got up, still a bit out of it from the bump I took. I can't believe Skeppy talked me into it. I see quick flashes of movement and look over to see Skeppy and George fighting, and Bad watching it unfold on the chair.
"Hey what's going on?" I asked Bad.
"I don't know, George threw first." Bad said and I jumped up off my seat, rushing to pull George away.
I did so and watched as Bad ran to check on Skeppy.
"Clay!" George yelled happily and jumped up to hug me, "I thought you were dead for a moment." He said and his grip tightened.
"I would never leave you." I said back to ease his worries. Then I thought for a moment, what made him throw a punch?
"What got you so wound up anyways?" I asked.
"It's nothing now." He said and finally pulled back a bit.
We look over to see the other two making out.

"Hey, get a room." I said disgustedly.
"This is our room." Skeppy said before pulling Bad closer.
I shook my head and looked at George.
"This is a bust, isn't it?" I joked.
"Yeah, that should be us." George joked earning a light blush from me.
"Let's go. It will give them some space." I said and George nodded.
"Oh shi- Dream don't go!" Bad yelled and I stopped, "can I talk to you alone?" He asked and I turned to George.
"Go start the car, I need to deal with this." I said and George nodded, scrambling off.

"What do you want to say?" I asked Bad and he got off Skeppy.
"I think George is lying to you." He said, making my heart drop.
"What makes you think that?" I ask hoping he doesn't have any reason.
"He said something about getting your divorce papers signed. He didn't tell you about them, did he?" Bad asked.
"He said Wilbur wouldn't sign them!" I explained.
"That's not what he told me." He said, "I'm just looking out, it could be nothing." Bad put his hand on my shoulder to comfort me.
"Why would he do something like that?" I asked, feeling a pit in my throat.
"I don't know him well enough to answer for you." Bad explained.
"Bad, come back." Skeppy demanded and Bad sighed.
"Be careful." He said before strutting off.
I thought about it more as I walked to the car. What was I gonna say? What was he gonna do? I decided I should let it come out naturally, especially if George is getting involved in fights now. Who knows just how different the story may be?

I hopped in the passenger seat and closed the door allowing for him to speak first.
"So what did Bad have to say?" He asked.
"Nothing important, was about Skeppy." I lied.
He nodded and started to drive.
We mostly sat in silence until we got to the cabin, then the tension got worse. We both sat on the couch after getting in, in complete and utter silence. Neither of us looked at our phones, neither of us turned on the tv, neither of us even got comfortable we sat and stayed.
Finally after half an hour I decided to try something else.
"It's crazy to think we've been together this long." I say, hinting at George that I know about the paperwork.
"Yeah, all the secrets we share is my favourite part." He said to me loathingly. As if to say he won't tell me.
"Nah. I don't think we would still be here if it weren't for the amazing companionship." I say to pry a bit.
"It's okay if I'm just a cocksleeve to you. You aren't bad yourself." He said, implying that he doesn't want to get married because I'm just a good fuck.
"If you need something more, just tell me." I say, hoping he'll share his inner thoughts with me.
"I want you to apologize." George said, crossing his arms.
"I'm sorry. I just want you to be happy." I said.
"You're doing a real great job of that." He said, rolling his eyes.
Why is he being so bitchy? He's the one who admitted to not even liking me anymore! I should just... my thoughts trailed off. The only way to make George happy is to end it.
"If you're that unhappy about me, we should probably not get married." I said and George perked up.
"You're calling off our engagement over this, typical!" George said. He then continued, "you know, I'm willing to put up with a lot of bullshit when it comes to you! Kidnapped me: I got over it, blackmail folders: I got over it,
Your drug addiction: I got over it! When will it be your turn to get over something!" He yelled and I sighed.
"I never asked you to be here... let me rephrase that because what I think you heard is i don't want you here but what I mean is you have always had the option to end it." I said,
"George, I have been here for you as well. When your mom died, your ex admitted to cheating, and of course when I took a bullet for you. I didn't expect you to understand." I said.
"Understand? Clay, you lied to me. Not to mention the cocaine is still on you!" He yelled and I froze.
"You know about that?" I asked.
"Yes! What did you think I was talking about?" He asked and I sighed.
"Does it matter? It obviously doesn't to you." I asked snarkily.
"Clay you hid drugs in the closet, whatever I did can't possibly be worse!" He challenged.
"How about telling your boyfriend he's still married so that you don't have to marry him? I know you got the divorce papers signed, how could you?" I challenged back.
"We could have gotten arrested! That is extremely fucked up." George argued.
"Well you need to learn to give legal documents to their rightful owners, because if you haven't forgotten that is against the law as well!" I argued.
George and I leapt up from the couch and stood face to face with each other, almost no space between us.
"You shouldn't do dangerous things without letting me know. I want to protect you too, idiot." George said, glancing at my lips and keeping his body open to me.
"As long as you don't keep me on a paper leash." I say and the angry tension shifts to romantic tension.
"You can't hide things from me." George said and put a hand on my shoulder rubbing it softly.
"And you better decide whether you want to tie me down first." I said in a deep voice, looking him directly in his nervous brown eyes.
He brought his lips to mine and kissed me hard, throwing his arms around my neck. I followed suit, wrapping my arms around his waist. I picked him up slightly and put him back down, allowing him to jump and throw himself around me. I carried him to our bedroom and set him on the bed where we finally pulled away for a moment, gasping for breath.
"Fuck you." George said with a piercing gaze.
"No you." I smiled then continued to kiss him roughly. I pulled back and went to his neck, leaving marks all the way to his sweet spot.
"You better not mark me." He said and I pulled up laughing.
"A bit too late for that." I said in a deep voice.
"Whore." He said and I laughed again going back to his sweet spot on his neck.
As I sucked on his neck earning gentle angry moans, I pulled my hands to the bottom of his crop top and started pulling it off.
George grabbed my hair and pulled my lips off him.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" He asked and I pulled his shirt up more.
"Giving you what you deserve." I said and his eyebrows raised.
"And what exactly do I deserve?" He asked and I came up more, now whispering in his ear.
"You deserve to be fucked like the liar you are." I whispered then bit his earlobe gently. I started grinding on him slowly as I got his shirt off.
"Funny. I was gonna punish you." George said and I pulled up.
"Why?" I asked curiously.
"For getting high and lying about it. But I could always make it about that ridiculous taunt this morning." He giggled.
"What taunt?" I asked innocently.
"Let me reenact it." He said and I nodded, allowing him to get up and trap me between the bed and his arms.
"You can rip this outfit off later." He said as deeply as he could. I laughed.
"No, no. It's more like," I grabbed his shoulders and flipped us around. I then trapped him between my arms, "I promise. After today, you can rip this outfit off." I said deeply and inched forward. "Is that understood?" I asked.
"Y-yes master." He said and smiled.
I picked him up again and climbed on the bed with him. He pulled his skirt up and dropped his panties, I unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out.
I lined up and teased his entrance a bit.
"I always hate this." George said.
"Hate what?" I asked.
"When you tease like this. There's no point, just fuck me." George said needily.
"Tease huh? Like this?" I asked and took one hand down to his shaft and ran a finger along it.
"Yes~." He moaned and I laughed.
"You get what you deserve slut." I whispered against the skin on his neck.
"Can't I just say sorry?" He joked and I pulled up, looking at his grinning face.
"This is more fun." I said and thrusted in, going back to George's neck to leave more marks.
He moaned loudly and squirmed a lot. I stood still, waiting for him to beg.
"Why are you doing this~?" He asked flustered.
"Still want to apologize to me?" I asked and brought a hand down to his hip, gripping him.
"Apologize? For what?" He smiled.
I thrusted with every next word:
"How.. about.. hiding.. a legal.. document.. from.. me..." I said.
"Please~ I didn't mean~ I want to~ can you please~ slow down~?" George asked and I stopped completely, earning a sigh from him.
"Better?" I ask, grinning.
"Sure." George said angrily.
"Clay, I'm sorry. I will give you the paperwork so you can finally be free." He added.
"That's a good boy. I will try my best to get rid of the rest of that coke. I just need to know that you trust me." I said and George nodded.
"I trust you." He said and I smiled.
"Good... now back to what I was doing." I continued to pound into George, earning several moans from him.
"Uhh~ Clay~" he called out as he came on his skirt. I finished up as well, cumming deep in his ass. I rolled to the side, allowing him to get up.
His skirt was still sitting high up on his torso. When he stood, the skirt draped just over, but not enough to cover, his bottom half.
"So anyways, the paperwork." He said in a totally normal voice and walked away.